Chapter 3 The Origin of Mantou

  My mother was not moved at all, and patiently persuaded me: "It's just two years younger than you, besides, if you go to marry him, his body will be fine, and there will be plenty of good fortune in the future. I'll also have a good face."

  It turns out that this body of mine is fourteen years old, three years younger than I am in modern times.

  I looked down and said, "Mother, what if he can't recover? Are you going to let your daughter be a widow for the rest of her life?"

  The girl's face also sank: "Matters of marriage, matchmaker's words, parents' orders, you can't have your own ideas."

  She said as she pushed me inside the door, I heard the sound of the latch being locked with a key - I was imprisoned!

  A 21st-century woman, and I'm actually being held captive.

  What should I do at this time when all the transmigrations I've read about in my head are gathered together?

  My mind is a complete blank, I can't think of anything.

  Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I comforted myself in my heart: When the heroine first crossed over, didn't they all encounter such and such difficulties? Soon she would meet a handsome, elegant, young and wealthy gentleman, and then take the heroine into the upper class of ancient society, and then captivate a large number of men.

  Or, there is a green plum bamboo horse martial arts high strong, and handsome cool uncle like character to take the heroine to venture into the Jianghu.

  But how am I supposed to meet this male lead?

  Left thinking right, the sky gradually darkened.

  Just as she was in a daze, a steamed bun was carefully handed over from outside the window, and an extremely soft and gentle voice said: "Su'er, it's your sister, hurry up and eat something."

  I looked at the steaming bun, and I was so moved that I almost cried. I hadn't eaten anything for a whole day and night. When I was in the emergency room before my rebirth, I had been starving for half a day. Even when I was reincarnated, I came here after drinking only a bowl of Dreamland Soup. How could I not be hungry?

  I hastily walked to the windowsill and took over the bun, with tears welling up in my eyes. After taking a few bites, I found that the shadow outside the window was still there, so I said emotionally: "Sister, thank you, this favor of one meal, sister will definitely repay it in the future."

  "Xiao'er, don't say such things... sister... sister is useless, I..." Then the sister said and ran away. I was stunned for a moment, and continued to gnaw on my steamed bun. But unexpectedly, many years later, I would pay such a painful price because of this steamed bun.